Jimin is the daughter of a Mafia leader and Namjoon sweeps her off her feet.
...OR...
Jimin was the only untarnished flower in the field after a storm and Namjoon was the one who plucked her from her home.
Warning: Genderbend au/ Fem!bangtan, GxG...
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Who's that? Jimin thought, her gaze wandering towards the built man talking among the chefs of the mansion, I'm pretty sure I haven't seen him before, I know all the people who work here by heart.
The man said something, causing a stream of laughter to erupt from the others. They had all seemed to have cosied up with the new addition to the mansion, even if he had only been present for a few mere hours.
Suddenly, the man shifted his attention from the group to settle his eyes on the young mistress. As soon as their eyes met, Jimin quickly looked back down at the book on her lap, trying to lure her attention back to the story. This proved a useless attempt; her thoughts kept wondering who the man was. It wasn't until she heard the familiar noise of heels on marble floor did she escape from her thoughts.
Looking up once again, she met the familiar face of Mrs. Paek. Sending a small smile to the maid, the latter returned none back; after her lover had been killed, Mrs. Paek had kept up a stoic appearance which always left Jimin full of guilt. Her smile faltering slightly, Jimin quietly bookmarked her page and closed the book.
"How are you, Mrs. Paek?"
"I'm fine, mistress. I just wanted to tell you about the new butler that was recently appointed; Jackson Wang. He'll be taking M-Mr. Hyeon's place, since he has decided to r-resign from his duties."
Jimin gulped, knowing the truth as to why Mr. Hyeon wasn't present anymore. She kept her gaze on her lap, knowing that the maid was close to breaking down in tears, the stutter of her tone showed it. Instead, Jimin nodded and said a quiet "Thank you" to the woman.
